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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Yaz,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.