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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.