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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Organ,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.