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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.