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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.