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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.