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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.