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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
CMW,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.