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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.