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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.