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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.