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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Scion,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.