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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.