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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.