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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.