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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Cybotron,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Technova,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.