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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.