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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.