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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.