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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.