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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Slave,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Gories,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.