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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Can,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.