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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Television,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.