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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.