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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.