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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.