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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.