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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.