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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Fear,
UT,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.