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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.