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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.