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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.