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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Lalann,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.