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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.