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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.