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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Index,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.