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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.