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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.