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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.