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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.