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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.