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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.