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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Organ,
the Association,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.