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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.