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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.