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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra 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?
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Busters,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.