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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.