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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.