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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.