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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.