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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Index,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.