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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.