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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.