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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.