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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.