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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.