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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.