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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.