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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mars,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Television,
the Normal,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.