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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.