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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.