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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.