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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.