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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.