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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.