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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.