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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Cure,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.