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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.