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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.