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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Brick,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.