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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.