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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.