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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.