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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.