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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
UT,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.