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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.