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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.