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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.