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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.