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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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 New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.