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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.