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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.