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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.