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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.