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 Finland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.