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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.