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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Smog,
Ten City,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.