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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Television,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.