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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.