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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
MC5,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.