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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.