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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.