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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.