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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.