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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.