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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.