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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.