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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.