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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.