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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.