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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.