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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.