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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Franke,
The Residents,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.