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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.