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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.