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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.