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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.