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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.