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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.