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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.