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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.