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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.