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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.