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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.