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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Organ,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.