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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.