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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Yaz,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.