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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.