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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.