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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.