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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
DNA,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.