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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 güiro 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 Japan to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.