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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.