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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.