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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.