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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
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The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.