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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Magazine,
ABC,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.