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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.