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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
DNA,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Brick,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.