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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.