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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.