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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.