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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.