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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
DNA,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.