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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.