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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.