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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 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 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 Radiohead 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.