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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.