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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.