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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.