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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.