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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.