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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.