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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.