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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.