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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.