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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.