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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.