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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.