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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.