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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.