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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Index,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.