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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.