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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s 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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.