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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.