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 Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.