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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.