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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.