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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.