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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.