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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
the Germs,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
the Association,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.