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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.