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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Organ,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.