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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.