Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.