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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.