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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.