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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.