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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.