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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Unwound,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.