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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.