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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.