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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.