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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.