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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.