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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.