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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Suicide,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.