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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.