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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.