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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.