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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Whodini,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.