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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Swans,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.