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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.