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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.