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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Nas to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.