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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.