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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.