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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.