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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
June Days,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.