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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.