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 Benin 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.