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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.