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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.