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 Andorra and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.