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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
MC5,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.