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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.