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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Monolake,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.