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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.