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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.