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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.