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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.