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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.