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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.