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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.