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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.