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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
DNA,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Crime,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.