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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erykah Badu 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.