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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.