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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.