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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.