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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.