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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.