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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.