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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Japan,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.