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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.