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 Poland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.