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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.