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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Mars,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.