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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.