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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.