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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.