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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.