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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Cluster,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.