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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.