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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.