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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.