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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.