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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.