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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.