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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.