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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.