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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Swans,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.