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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.