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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.