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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Can,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.