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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.