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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.