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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.