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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
AZ,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.