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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.