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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.