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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.