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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Can to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Urselle,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.