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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.