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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.