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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.