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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.