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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.