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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
UT,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.