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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.