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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Wire,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.