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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.