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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.