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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.