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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.