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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.