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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.