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 Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Symarip,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.