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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.