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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.