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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
ABC,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.