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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.