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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
UT,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.