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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.