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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.