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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.