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 Syria 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Rekid,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.