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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.