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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All John Holt 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.