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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.