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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Can,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.