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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.