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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.