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 Ghana 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.