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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.