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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.