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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.