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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.