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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.