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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.