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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.