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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Television,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.