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 Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
June of 44,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Aswad,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.