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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.