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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.