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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.