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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.