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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.