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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.