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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.