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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.