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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
the Association,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.