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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.