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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.