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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.