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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.