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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.