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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Mars,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.