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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.