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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.