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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.