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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.