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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.