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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.