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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Television,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.