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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.