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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.