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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.