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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.