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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.