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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.