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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 Paris and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.