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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.