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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.