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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.