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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.