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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.