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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.