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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.