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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.