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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.