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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.