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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.