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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.