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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
cv313,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.