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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Swans,
Flipper,
UT,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.