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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.