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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.