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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.