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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.