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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.