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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.