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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.