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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.