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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.