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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.