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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.