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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.