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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.