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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.