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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.