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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Pole,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Q65,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.