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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.