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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.