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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.