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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.