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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.