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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.