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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.