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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.