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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rakim 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 techno 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.