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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
AZ,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.