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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.