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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.