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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.