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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Smog,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.