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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.