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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.