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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.