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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Wire,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Q65,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.