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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.