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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.