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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.