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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.