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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.