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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.