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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
X-102,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.