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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.