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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.