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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.