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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.