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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Gong,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.