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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
UT,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.