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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.