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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.