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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.