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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.