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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.