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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.