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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.