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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.