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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.