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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Index,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.