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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.