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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.