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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.