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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.