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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
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.