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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Move,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.