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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.