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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.