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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
MDC,
Suicide,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.