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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.