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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.