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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.