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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.