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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.