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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.