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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.