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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.