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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.