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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
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The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.