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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.