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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Brick,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Japan,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.