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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
June Days,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.