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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.