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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.