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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.