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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.