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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.