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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.