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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Litter to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.