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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.