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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.