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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.