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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.