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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Franke,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.