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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.