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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.