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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.