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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Smog,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.