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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.