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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.