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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.