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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.