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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.