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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.