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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.