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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.