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 Romania 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.