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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.