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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.