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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
cv313,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.