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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.