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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.