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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.