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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.