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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.