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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.