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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.