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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.