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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.