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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
June Days,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.