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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.