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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.