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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.