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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.