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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.