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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.