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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.