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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.