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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.