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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.