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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.