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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.