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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.