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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.