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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.