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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.