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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.