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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.