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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.