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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.