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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.