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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.