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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
10cc,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.