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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.