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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.