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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.