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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Television,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.