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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.