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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.