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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Gong,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.