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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.