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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.