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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.