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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.