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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.