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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.