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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.