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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.