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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
This Heat,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.