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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.