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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.