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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Wings,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.