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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.