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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.