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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.