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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.