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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.