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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.