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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.