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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.