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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Cameo,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.