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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.