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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.