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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.