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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.