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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.