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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.