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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.