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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Wire,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.