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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.