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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.