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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.