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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.