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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.