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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.