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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.