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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.