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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.