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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.